Jonathan assisted in moving the tormented man. Listening to Lazarus's explenation with growing intrigue. "The thought of being able to feel your familiar being overtaken by the plague... I shudder to even consider it." He replied. His mind wandered to linda, whom he had left to graze outside. How was she doing right now? No... He needed not worry, he could still feel her presence in his mind. As for right now, that presence was peaceful and unconcerned. The young noble could practically see his beloved horse peacefully trotting around the castle's outer walls, nibbling at vegetation and patiently waiting for her master's return.

Jonathan was stirred from his considerations by one of the newcomers. The one with a seemingly clearer mind. "Yes, We've been fighting... It was quite a skirmish, but we eventually won against the forces that haunt this castle... Today at least. Let's not get cocky, for pride breeds complacancy... And complacancy makes great men fall". Jonathan was simply qouting the books of renowned military strategists, he silently hoped the more educated of his companions wouldn't call him out on this.